Author: Good_Yak914

First Date [M22/F20]

**Drinks**

You arrive at the restaurant flustered because you’re sure you’re late, but he’s just taking a seat at the bar. You breathe a sigh of relief.

You adjust your bottle green sundress and worry that you might be a bit overdressed, so you unbutton the collar a bit so it’s more open.

You flirt outrageously for an hour, and you slyly stroke his foot with yours under the table. You show him a video of your dog on your phone, you both laugh.

His deep blue eyes and slow, calm voice puts you at ease and you lean in closer to break the touch barrier.

You talk about your jobs, where you’ve been on holiday recently, the kinds of TV shows you like to watch and your college major at university.

He gets up to order some more drinks and you message your friend an excited face emoji. Your food is ready, so you head to the dining room to eat.

**First course**

You go to the bathroom to freshen up because you’re sure your hair is a mess, but it actually looks great. You breathe sigh of relief. Read more »

The escalation game Part 2 [M/F] [True Story]

[Part one is here!](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/w1e0of/the_escalation_game_part_1_mf_true_story/)

I gripped the steering wheel with sweaty fingers and stared at the shower block, and though there was no chance I was going anywhere soon, my feet bounced on the pedals nervously. It was late, it must have been to be getting dark in the height of summer, and even as I sat waiting and breathing shallow breaths I had noticed the features of the caravan park around me beginning to recede from view as the twilight swallowed them.

The light of my phone shaking to life illuminated the inside of the car shockingly and I jumped a little, grabbing it nervously and reading the message on the screen.

“What the fuck have you done?” it read. Maybe a little dramatic.

“Tell me what was on your card” I texted back. I set my phone back down and waited for a response.

There was silence.

Only a couple of hours earlier I had shuffled a deck of cards and handed one to her, the salty taste of my own cum fresh in my mouth after she had kissed me. She had stared at the card skeptically, looked back up at me, but just as she was about to speak I stopped her. Read more »

The escalation game Part 1 [M/F] [True story]

She marched confidently over to the small group of boys by the camp site showers, and after a quick glance behind her to check if the coast was clear, unzipped the front of her baggy hooded top.

I had shot her a shy smile of encouragement from my shady vantage point inside my tent, but she had barely met my eyes as she looked around, searching instead for any signs of her father. His checked shirt or his signature hat. The tall, lanky figure descending the steps of his caravan, looking for one of us, or the dog, or a beer he had misplaced.

Satisfied the coast was clear, she slipped the hoodie off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground in a manner she clearly intended to be seductive. It was a great show, I had to admit, but that hoodie was never going to be the star. After all, it was difficult to take your eyes off the tiny, bottle green crop top she had on underneath. Read more »

Tea time

**Another, longer, one shot I’ve been working on. Hope you like it! As ever, feedback and comments are welcome.**

“But mummy, I want Oolong tea this time.” Shit. Typical. You’d not been doing this job for long, but you already knew exactly what that meant.

You glance down at the mother and daughter sitting politely at the table and try not to betray your annoyance. “Yes, of course. you say, as sunnily as you can muster “I’ll just have to pop into the back and get some more.”

Ugh. Of course the Oolong runs out in the last hour of your shift.

The mother smiles up at you sympathetically, while the daughter just beams unrestrainedly from across the table, her tufty blonde hair barely visible over the mountain of crockery in front of her.

Teapots, cake stands, sandwich plates and all manner of tea making equipment strews the table.

She’s wearing her Sunday best, as is tradition at Hazel’s, but it’s nothing compared to the outfit they make you wear. A floor length black skirt, a frilly white blouse fastened with a pearlescent brooch at the neck, a little black fascinator. Read more »